Joined: Feb. 2001
|Posted: May 15 2003,1:39 am
"Hi my name is Bill, and I'm Euthanasia-holic"
"I started dying, just on the weekend, for kicks you know, but then I fell in with a bad crowd, the elderly, cripples, amputees, the terminally ill. And they all wanted to die on any given day of the week, and myself being an addictive personality type, I found I coudn't resist the peer pressure. I started calling into work dead, more and more often, when I did show up for work I wasn't much use because of decomposition and rigor mortis, eventually I lost my job and the lack of eyes and ability to actually get up out of my grave made it more and more difficult to find a job......finally I sought help, and so here I am today. With the help of people like you I hope to just accept cruel fate and suffer endlessly as other people's morals intended for the benefit of all of us. Thank you."
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